This will hurt me...

That really is some shade of red.

Jennifer save me. Seven Mile Beach. January 2013. Australia Day? I don't like it. Stupid flags... Australia Day , John Tranter ‘Lovely, isn’t it? The water views? And there’s something historical about the Harbour – go on, help yourself, there’s heaps more prawns – of course in the old days it was totally unimproved. But they brought in boatloads of crims – and screws, prostitutes, a few politicians to run the show and look after the profits. A set-up built to last.’ So spoke a Sydney business identity, over lunch on the water – oysters, chardonnay – ‘Another lobster, love?’ – while far below his former partner drifted fathoms deep through the blue gloom, in a concrete suit, to his final bottom-of-the-harbour scheme among the barnacles and the bones dozing in the wavering light. A seagull sailed across a paler blue. The rigging tap-tapped against the mast; nearby, rich kids wasted a weekend on Daddy’s yacht. ‘See that boat? The Sergeant here reckons

The right pair of feet can be incredibly interesting.

Eastern Shore entrance on the old Hobart Bridge . Rose Bay. December 2012. What's to Become of the Boy: Or, Something to Do with Books , Heinrich Böll: A brief memoir of a boy's life in Köln in the years immediately following the Nazi seizure of power. An interesting angle of the coming of age tale. B . The Stranger , Albert Camus: It's hard to believe that I've managed to avoid the classic exemplar of the existential novel this long. I feel silly about doing so. A+ . End of a Mission , Heinrich Böll: Extremely funny, in a quiet, dry sense. As usual with Böll, a fantastic tale with fully realised characters. I loved it. A- .

Jen and Hen risk life and limb down on Opossum Bay...

Conspiracies abound. The Intercity Cycleway, just south of the Tasman Bridge. December 2012. Theme Thursday today has me musing on the tendency for people to look for the RHYTHM of things. The currents that explain life. They find cadences, intervals and melodies in way that things work (or don't work). Ultimately, in this disordered world I'm never ceased to be surprised by the ceaseless desire that many have for find order, explanations or RHYTHM to the flows of history and events. To be sure, it's usually some combination of a profound lack of intelligence or a missing reflective capacity to understand or interpret things. Or indeed it can be the (more dangerous, to my mind) product of both misguided and excessive educations. It's the only explanation that I have for the common feature of conspiracy theories, shadowy explanations or totalising, panoptic ideological theories behind the (quite simple really) messed up and confused nature of reality. Basically

Can you spot him?

On top of Mount Wellington. As seen from Montague Bay. December 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

Keep on truckin'!

Hunting for flowers. Mount Wellington. January 2013. Sunday Stealing? That's right! The Triple Threat Meme , to be precise... Three names you go by, other than your given name: “McCracken”, “Dad/ Daddy” and “You”. Three screen names you've had: I use my real name when online. It’s a personal ethics thing. Three things you like about yourself: Hmmm. I think that I am reasonably frank with people. I like to think about things. I also think that I have pretty good manners. Three things you don't like about yourself: Hmmmmmmmmm. I’m a bit judgemental. Probably too disciplined for some. I can get a bit narky on occasssion. Three parts of your heritage: Scots. Italian. Tasmanian. Three things you are wearing right now: Shorts. Underwear. Shirt. That’s all I’m wearing! Three favourite bands/ musical artists: Too hard to isolate three. Making the short list off the top of my head: Wilco, Morrisey and David Bowie. Three favourite songs: Right now? The Spen

We need some new snorkels...

Jen picking berries. Sorell Fruit Farm, the Coal River Valley. December 2012. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... A Bad Lip Reading of the NFL. Some great photos here: Nigeria's Illegal Oil Refineries. Can Neanderthals Be Brought Back from the Dead? Luddites! Killing Easter Bunnies. What do women want? The same as men, it seems. Propaganda Posters for the Modern Age. 8 Berries. Sorell Fruit Farm, the Coal River Valley. December 2012.

No spitting...

Kookaburra. Knocklofty Reserve, Mount Stuart. January 2012. Tasmania has 19 National Parks . I was happy to revisit two this past week, which is a beautiful segue into today's Sunday Top Five : The Fourteen National Parks That I Have Visited [Thus Far] In Tasmania ! Freycinet National Park : Henry and Ezra managed the Wineglass Bay walk, swim included. Only one of them managed to make it up the mountain on the way back without being carried.... Douglas-Apsley National Park : The highlight here? One of us - who shall remain nameless - whipping the gear off and skinny dipping in the waterhole... Hartz Mountains National Park Ben Lomond National Park Cradle Mt - Lake St Clair National Park Rocky Cape National Park Narawntapu National Park Savage River National Park Mole Creek Karst National Park Walls of Jerusalem National Park The Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park Mt Field National Park Tasman National Park South Bruny National Park That leav